Nate = Hobo Sherlock Holmes Evan = Dead Gangster Katie = Paper Delivery Boy Ian = That One Guy in War Films Who's Borderline Retarded and Gets Shot By a Sniper Early On
yeah, that guy, but more specifically the guy who gets shot in the helmet, takes it off and looks at it in astonishment, then gets shot in the head. In sweats.
And why would you want to leave? One could likely come up with many fine reasons to do anything else with one's time. But why stay? One could hardly come up with a single decent excuse, but there are plenty of mediorcre ones. Here: This weblog is a tool of the future. It can be 1 place in space to share ruminations, illuminations, secret snapshots, drunken hand turkeys, digitized filmstrips, found fylth, music, senseless announcements, special denouncements, empty threats, fantastic fictions, links to better places on this internet, and worthy worldly horseshit, should it exist. Only invited parties can participate. That's the way it must be for a time. Most people just aren't ready for the future.
Every one of you scags that can access this damned webpage is a certified author, so post a thing.
Exciting tadbits coming soon:
--original watercolor collage of' 'The Gourds of Uruguay', --the newest `ukulele music video by Mister Travis Warren, --songs about Jesus by monkeys, --recipes for alligator wine, --a list of reasons not to wear pants proved terribly shortsighted, --photographic documentation of Slick Johnson in his natural habitat, --an outdated traffic report from downtown Singapore.
Wait - how come Nate didn't wear a costume?
ReplyDeleteLet me guess:
ReplyDeleteNate = Hobo Sherlock Holmes
Evan = Dead Gangster
Katie = Paper Delivery Boy
Ian = That One Guy in War Films Who's Borderline Retarded and Gets Shot By a Sniper Early On
Am I right?
yeah, that guy, but more specifically the guy who gets shot in the helmet, takes it off and looks at it in astonishment, then gets shot in the head. In sweats.
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